Friday, October 24, 2014

Single Father's Movie Review: ABOUT TIME

A film that includes a great father and son story, a cute love story, time travel, and Rachel McAdams? Well, that film has to be just about perfect, right? Well, About Time is just about perfect. (I'm not ashamed to say that I'm a sucker for a good love story.)

After a disastrous party the night before, Tim (Domhall Gleeson) is summoned to his father's (Bill Nighy's) study. According to his father, the men in Tim's family have the ability to travel to and from the past simply by going to a dark place, making his hands into fists, and wishing to return to a moment in his past. To Tim's considerable surprise, it actually works.

Written and directed by Richard Curtis, About Time is one of those cheeky British love stories in the mold of Four Weddings and a Funeral and Notting Hill, which, admittedly, is a pretty good formula. A charming, slightly awkward, but quick-witted protagonist this time played by Gleeson, falls in love with an essentially perfect and heart-breakingly beautiful American, not Andie McDowell or Julia Roberts, but Rachel McAdams, and endures a few gentle bumps as they endearingly amble through the script toward happiness. In the end and with his father's counsel, Tim learns the most valuable lesson he can, and (spoiler) it's "about time."

Technically, About Time isn't really perfect. The plot hole that Tim, in his 21 years on earth, hadn't ever balled up his fists in a dark place and wished he could have done something again, accidentally discovering by himself that he could time travel, is a little hard to swallow. And, at one point, near the end, the story seems to meander aimlessly for a few minutes. Frankly, I was more than willing to suspend my disbelief of those minor complaints for Ms. McAdams, (who, I'm a little concerned, may become type-casted as the female love interest in more time-travel movies, e.g., The Time Traveler's Wife), and the other really terrific components of the film.

Still, About Time is a lot of fun and, if you have a little time yourself, you could certainly find worse ways to spend 123 minutes.